The car we were in arrived at a building that looked like a church. I looked at Saya and grabbed her hand. The car stopped and Watari got out. Saya got out as well, pulling me out after. As we walked inside I hid behind her and observed my surroundings. I hated the empty feeling the building had. Every once in a while I would see small face or eyes showing from behind partially closed doors. I held on tighter to my sister as I saw more poking out. Watari led us down a few more hallways until we reached a door that said 'Rodger'. He opened it to show another old man who sat behind a desk. He nodded to Watari and then fixed his eyes on me and my sister. He at first couldn't see me, then saw one of my brown eyes come into view.
"Two. This is a first Watari, you have only brought one before. What makes them so special?" the man asked, voicing a question I had thought the whole way to this place.
"They are both very smart children, also I'm sure neither would come here without the other. They are more than just sisters, Rodger," Watari replied. Saya nodded and I looked between them all and hid behind my sister a bit more.
"What will they be called?" Rodger asked, directing the answer to Watari.
"I'll be K. My sister will be S, for Silent," Saya said.
"I did not ask you child," Rodger said harshly, which in turn earned a growl from me. He quickly looked at me with wide eyes.
"That is fine Rodger. We will just use what she has said," Watari said calmly. Rodger slowly looked from me to him then nodded.
"I will show you to your room. You will begin training in the morning," Watari said, walking over to the door. He held open the door for us and then led us away from Rodger. As we went along the faces watching us slowly became scarce until there were no faces left. He stopped in front of a door and opened it. Behind the door was a plain white room with two beds, a bathroom, and a closet. I hated it. There was no life, imagination, creativity, nothing. I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to change it as well. I would have to. I would never be able to keep a straight head. I looked at Saya and knew she was thinking the same thing. I turned to Watari to see him staring at me. I cocked my head to the right and poked Saya to get her attention. She looked at me then looked over to Watari and saw him still staring at me. He had a look of pure confusion.
"Why are you looking at my sister like that?" Saya asked.
"I had heard that she was the nicer of you two, that she would always try to cheer someone up. I haven't heard her say one word and the only noise I've heard her make was a growl," he said thoughtfully.
"She only does that to me. She used to do it to our parents. You see, we're known as the Witch Twins. Almost everyone hated us back home. I was sent to the police station almost everyday. Only a few of those times were because I actually did something, most were because I was standing in the street looking at the ground. S always would walk over to me pulling me away. She would take me from the polices grip smiling at them and waving. They would always give me to her, no matter what I did. She has had to pay dearly for people's hate, both towards me and her," Saya said. I walked away uninterested in the conversation.
"Why would they hate you?" Watari asked.
"It's because we are different. Our hair isn't normal, our actions aren't normal, the way we talk isn't normal, how smart and gifted we are isn't normal, and our quirks aren't normal. S always has a stuffed animal with her, I always have some sort of monster or creature on my person. There is more, but haven't you noticed our differences?" Saya asked.
"I have, but I don't think those differences are bad. Yes, I've never seen them before, but I wouldn't push you way because of them," Watari said. There is something wrong with this, I thought. Shouldn't he be telling us to do something smart or saying something polite and adulty, like 'Make yourself at home'?I looked around thinking. What would happen if I left the room or made it look like something Saya and I would live in? I mentally smirked and knew exactly what I would do once he left. Just as I finished my plan he walked out of the door, more of was pushed out by Saya.
"How are we going to get the stuff though?" Saya asked picking up on my thoughts. I smiled and tried to open the door. It was locked, but I new exactly how to get out. I went to the bathroom and punched the mirror. I picked up one of the broken pieces and went back to the door. I turned the knob and putt the shard of mirror above the lock and slowly pushed the mirror into it and moved it to the side and the lock slowly came out of the hole, the door swinging opened. I looked back and saw Saya smile and grab my hand. We ran and took a few turns and came to more doors. I went to one of them and turned the knob, it was locked. I grabbed a hair pin from my pocket and slowly picked the lock. Behind the door was what looked like a storage closet. I found a bucket of paint. Behind it were more colors. I smiled and grabbed two handing them to my sister. She grabbed them in one hand waiting for more and I gave her them. I then took two cans in one hand and two more in the other. We headed back to the room and put the paint down. We went back for some more and some paint brushes. We got back to our room and smiled at each other. We grabbed paint and some brushes. We put the brushes in the paint and splattered it all over the room and each other. The room looked like a big mess, but that was how we always liked it. It was one of the first things we had done to our room. It was our parents idea, they loved to splash paint on walls and paper, so they thought that we would like it to, we did. I then painted my hand and put it above a bed and wrote my new name next to it. My sister did the same. In between the beds we put both our hand prints. I wrote 'Forever We Will Be With You And Each Other' beneath them. Saya looked at me and nodded.
"Forever," she said.
The door opened and we turned to see Watari coming in. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed what we had done. He stood staring with wide eyes.
"How do you like it?" Saya asked.
"You should not have done this," Watari said.
"You never told us we couldn't," Saya said smirking. "So, it's technically your fault. Next time tell us what we shouldn't do, then it will be our fault."
"You let her do this?" Watari asked turning towards me.
"It was her idea. She opened the door, found the storage closet, and started painting. I followed and helped along the way. Also, we need a new mirror," Saya said.
"WHAT?!" Watari said running to the bathroom. "WHO DID THIS?" he yelled. I raised my hand. "Why?" he asked with forced calm. I pointed to the door. He glowered at me. I smiled sweetly and waved at him. This made him angrier. "You two will have to separate now."
"I don't think so," Saya said with a mad look. I had the same look. He backed away slowly. "We are going to stay together. You can't force us to leave the others side. I will always be with my sister, no idiot like you can make me go away. I may be a bad influence on her, but she is a bad influence for me. She doesn't make me stop, she sometimes helps me. I will do whatever it takes to make my way back to her."
Watari tried to stand up straight, "You will do as I say." I shook my head 'no'. "You have to. I am an adult."
"Do you think we'll listen to you just because you're an adult? We have never listened to adults other than our parents. You don't realize that we aren't bad kids, we just can't live without color or difference. If we lived in a plain white room we would go mad," Saya said.
"Right now I don't care. You should know right from wrong by now," Watari growled at Saya. I jumped up going for him, but Saya held me back. I looked at her face and nodded.
"Look Watari, we don't want you to hate us, but you need to understand that we have always hated this place. Ever since we first heard of it we hated it. We want to feel more at home, or at least less isolated. Can't you at least understand that? You have trapped us in what we consider hell. Let us at least put part of our heaven in here," Saya said calmly. "It's the most we have of our parents," and that was what hit him. He took a slight step back, with wide eyes. He nodded and walked away.
Before he completely left he said over his shoulder, "Just this once. Don't do anything like this again." He then closed the door, and we heard a lock click into place.